Daisy snorts. "I'm not quite that self-pitying. I made my choices, yeah. But I know who changed my life for the worse, and I killed him. Doesn't make me less of a piece of shit though, does it? Ugh."

She rubs a knuckle between her brows. She doesn't even know what to call the mood she's in besides shitty. She's here when others aren't. And for some reason that feels like a splinter under her skin.